Grappling with the overwhelm of life. The responsibility of motherhood to 2 energetic, opinionated-already-grown-up- under 13 year old boys.
I feel the weight of the world. And wonder how I get through each day. Another day to feed them. Clothe them. Educate them. Love them. Listen to them. Discipline them.
I need some space. I am grasping for a sign. Something that will renew and reinvigorate my faith that I am on the right path. That all is as it should be. I do my best to read the signs. To see the clues along the way.
I am in a better place than I was 2 years ago. For sure. I had hoped to be further along by now. Its 1 step forward, 3 back.
Just keeping my head above water. On the surface, I appear to have it all together. But inside, inside I feel the panic, the fear, the overwhelm of how I can keep going.
Tomorrow is a new day. The past is past. The future is coming. The present is now. Where I need to focus. On the second I am living in right now.
Keep moving into the future. Learn the lessons from the past. Focus on the Present.
The present is the gift.